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1 " Nocturne"After a friend has gone I like the feel of it:The house at night. Everyone asleep.The way it draws in like atmosphere or evening.One-o-clock. A floral teapot and a raisin scone.A tray waits to be taken down.The landing light is off. The clock strikes. The catcomes into his own, mysterious on the stairs,a black ambivalence around the legs of button-backchairs, an insinuation to be set besidethe red spoon and the salt-glazed cup,the saucer with the thick spill of teawhich scalds off easily under the tap. Timeis a tick, a purr, a drop. The spideron the dining-room window has fallen asleepamong complexities as I will oncethe doors are bolted and the keys testedand the switch turned up of the kitchen lightwhich made outside in the back gardenan electric room -- a domesticationof closed daisies, an architectureinstant and improbable. "
― Eavan Boland , An Origin Like Water: Collected Poems 1967-1987